Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

brENDON

Monday morning comes far too quickly, putting

me in a sour mood. It's solely because I'll have to keep my hands to myself today and I'm not looking forward to that. Not after being able to touch and kiss Carter whenever I wanted over the weekend. Obviously, we needed to be a little discreet when Artie was home, but thankfully that wasn't very often since he wanted to spend all his time with Izzy.

As I stare at the ceiling, trying to convince myself to get out of bed, my thoughts take me back to yesterday and one of the hottest moments of my life.

"What time do you think Artie will be back?" I ask Carter, letting my fingers glide up and down his arm as we cuddle in bed.

"Probably not until lunch," he guesses.

"So, we have lots of time to do what we talked about yesterday then," I say, pulling my arm out from under my man and shifting so I'm hovering over him.

With a control I wasn't sure I had, I slowly lower my hips just enough that Carter can feel my already ram hard cock against his impressive erection before lifting back up.

"Fuccckkk," he hisses out, thrusting upward, trying to chase the friction.

I click my tongue at him and shake my head. "We're not grinding against each other this time," I inform him as I slowly move down his body, leaving a trail of kisses behind.

My lips land on his rich brown peck first, and I flick my tongue out to wet his nipple, which elicits a perfect moan from my sexy man. Next, I kiss his ribs, then his belly button, before making my way to his hip. I nuzzle my nose into his groin, inhaling his musk deeply. Damn, does he ever not smell fucking good?

Carter's cock is already leaking, and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him so badly but not wanting to take him into my mouth just yet.

Sticking my tongue out, I trace his balls, loving the way he shivers under my touch. I lean in closer and suck one into my mouth, smiling around the mouthful as he lets out a loud, needy moan.

"Am I doing good?" I ask with a knowing smirk.

Carter rolls his eyes, but doesn't respond—not that I need him to—his noises speak for themselves.

Holding eye contact, I slowly trail my tongue up his hard cock, stopping at the top to lap up his precum. A low groan rips past my lips as the tangy, salty taste coats my tongue. Jesus fucking Christ, he tastes delicious. I had no idea cum could taste that good, and I'm desperate to swallow his entire load. Do all guys taste this good, or is it just Carter? I mean, I've tasted my own spunk before, but I don't remember it tasting like this.

I swirl my tongue around his tip, allowing it to tease its way under his foreskin before gently pulling back the excess skin to reveal his girthy crown. Eager to have him in my mouth at this exact moment, I part my lips and slowly take him in, humming as he fills me. His cock is heavy against my tongue, and he continues to leak, coating the back of my throat with his precum.

"Fuck, baby," Carter cries out as I start to suck, taking my time, working my way down, slowly being able to take more of him into my mouth.

Since I'm not used to having a dick in my mouth, it doesn't take long for my jaw to start to ache, but I refuse to let it stop me. I want to make Carter come undone with my mouth alone. I want to erase all thoughts of anyone he's ever been with, so when he thinks about sex and mind-blowing orgasms, all he thinks of is me.

Carter's hands find purchase in my hair, but he doesn't force me down; it's like he just needed something to hold on to. I've always had my hair on the shorter side, but I decided to change things up this summer and grow it out. Considering how good it feels to have my man pulling on it, I don't think I'll be cutting it short ever again.

Determined to make this an amazing blow job, I take a deep inhale through my nose and slowly move my way even farther down his shaft, taking as much of his giant cock as I can. When I gag, I come up for air but go back down just as quickly—again going as far as I'm able to.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Carter shouts, seemingly enjoying what I'm doing.

I use one of my hands to play with his balls as I continue to suck him off, going up and down at a steady pace. When I reach the top, I swirl my tongue around the tip before diving back down, humming and sucking as I go. Each time I hum, Carter shakes from the vibrations, which has my own dick aching to be touched. But I ignore it and give all my focus to the sexy man in my bed.

"I… I'm… I'm close," Carter stutters as I continue to blow him.

I want to taste him, but I also don't want to let him out of my mouth to tell him that, so instead, I look into his eyes and nod at him, silently telling him to give it to me, to fill my mouth with his delicious juice.

When I dive back down, pausing to take him as far as he will go, his entire body shakes again, and he cries out as he finally lets go. His climax fills my mouth with a force that almost gags me. But I refuse to let a drop go to waste, so I breathe through my nose and swallow every last drop.

When I'm certain I've gotten it all, I slowly release him from my mouth, pausing to kiss the crown of his cock. After the brief kiss, I crawl up the bed to pull Carter into my arms, who has a dopey grin on his face.

"I don't think I've ever come that hard before," Carter murmurs, and I chuckle.

"I'm glad I was able to blow your mind," I reply with a wink.

Carter wiggles out of my arms climbing on top of me with a wicked grin. "You blew something, that's for sure. But you should know by now that I'm not one to be outdone. Let me show you just how mind blowing it can be."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he moves down my body and immediately engulfs my dick in his warm wet mouth, showing me that he really is up for the challenge of showing me just how talented he is.

I groan as I come back to reality, wishing Carter was in my arms right now. But he isn't, and the only thing I have is the reality that today is going to be a long shitty day.

Carter and I are supposed to meet with Sasha after school today to review our contracts with him and determine what we are and aren't allowed to do. The waiting will kill me, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's just going to be the longest day of my life.

It's good that we are meeting with Sasha and will have a better understanding of our contracts after. I just don't want to wait to be able to hold Carter's hand or sneak a kiss here and there. I want to tell everyone that we're together, but I can't do that until after we get together with Sasha.

Honestly, we probably should already know our contracts a lot better, but I'll admit that I never fully read mine through. I know that isn't smart, but I just wanted to play. Even if I had read the morality clauses more thoroughly, it wouldn't have mattered to me because I wasn't interested in any teammates back then. And never would have imagined I'd be interested in one now. But everything has changed now.

"You need to get dressed," Carter tells me, leaning against my door frame.

"Can't we just skip classes today?" I whine, making Carter roll his eyes.

"Stop being melodramatic and get dressed," he says before leaving my room.

Obviously, he's right, but that doesn't make it any easier.

With a dramatic sigh, I throw the covers off and drag myself out of bed. I quickly get dressed before shuffling my feet down the hall to the kitchen, where Artie and Carter are eating breakfast and talking.

"Who shit in your cornflakes this morning?" Artie asks when he sees me.

I scowl at him but don't respond.

"He probably just didn't sleep well," Carter supplies, and I huff out a breath as an acknowledgment.

He isn't wrong about me having a shitty sleep. Since Artie was home last night, Carter insisted on us sleeping in our own rooms, and I hated every minute of it. I've only slept with Carter in my arms once, but it's something that I would like to do regularly. Of course, that won't be possible if our contracts say we can't be together. We'll only be allowed stolen moments here and there, and I don't think that will be enough for me.

I always wanted to be around Carter when we were just friends, but now, the idea of being apart from him makes my chest ache. Yes, I understand that makes me fucking pathetic, but it's the truth. I'm already wrapped around Carter's finger, and it's going to be fucking hell trying to act like I'm not crazy about him.

"You probably need a new pillow," Artie suggests. "Didn't you say you've had that thing since you were a kid?"

"It's lucky," I grumble as I prepare myself a protein shake. I really don't feel like cooking this morning.

"You could still keep it and get a new one," Artie tells me. "I swear to God I've never slept better since I got my new pillow."

"I'll think about it," I grunt out before turning the blender on.

While my protein shake is blending, Artie heads to his room because Carter comes up to wrap his arms around me.

"You're cute when you're grumpy," he whispers into my ear, then kisses my cheek.

"I'm only grumpy because I have to keep my hands to myself," I tell him, while turning around.

Since we are still alone, I place my hands on his face and lean into him for a soft kiss. I desperately want to deepen it, but I know time isn't on our side, and Artie could walk out of his room at any moment.

"Can we at least tell Artie about us?" I plead once I pull back.

Carter's frown gives me the answer without words. "How about we make that decision after we meet with Sasha? For right now, I think it's best not to tell anyone."

I sigh but nod. "I guess that makes sense. It just sucks. I want you so fucking bad, and I'm only allowed a few stolen moments here and there."

Carter presses his lips back to mine for a quick peck, then puts his hand on mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Hopefully, it won't have to stay like that, but like you said yesterday, no one can do anything that will affect the team. What we have is special, and I'd love to tell everyone about it, but we can't tell if that means putting the team at risk."

"You're right, but that doesn't mean I don't hate it," I grumble.

"I hate it too," he tells me with sad eyes. "Hopefully, Sasha will bring us good news tonight, and we can start telling those closest to us about our new relationship."

He takes a step back, and I miss his body against mine already.

I want to grab him and pull him back into my arms, but Artie walks into the kitchen at that moment, killing my chance to get just one more hit by my man.

"You losers ready to leave?" Artie asks with his backpack over his shoulder.

"I guess so," I grumble, grabbing my protein shake and stopping in my room quickly to grab my bag.

I'm the last one to leave the apartment, which means I get to stare at Carter's ass the entire way to his car. Even though the view is amazing, it's hell at the same time because I can't playfully swat it or tell him how hot he is with Artie standing next to him.

I'm going to need all the strength the universe can give me to get through today without combusting or doing something stupid.